There’s nothing quite like livestock to keep you humble. I say that because we have these two steer. Calves, really. I mean, they’re almost a year old, but even their mothers get mistaken for calves by the cattle people around … Continue reading →

I was sitting at the computer, nursing, surfing facebook. “There’s someone here!” the children shouted. I looked up to see our neighbor at the door. I knew it couldn’t be good. Not many people just drop in, but especially not … Continue reading →

So apparently, a reddit user recently asked what makes a successful marriage. I thought that was easy. Stubborness. It’s why every year, something takes out my garden, be it weather or weeds or my geese. Every year it is something, … Continue reading →

So I finally got to taking some pictures of my property. Nice pictures showing cute little calves. The goslings our mama goose hatched out. And the progress in the garden. I had planned a post on the excitement of spring. … Continue reading →

I thought someone stole my beehive. Driving by on my way to town, I noticed it just wasn’t there. As I put my car into reverse to double check, I imagined someone cruising down the highway as my bees attacked. … Continue reading →

On February 3 and 4, Faithfull delivered her litter of ten in the whelping box my husband and children had made for her just the day before. Nothing like cutting it close! This is her not quite sure she likes … Continue reading →

OK, so last spring, we started on this aquaponics adventure. It was sort of my husband’s thing, but I like projects. Especially ones that involve ways to grow food. And it felt good to be able to turn an old … Continue reading →

I sit, holding Asa, watching him sleep. Mookie leans over to give him a kiss. I smile . . . then shudder. For it occurs to me that this is how old Mookie was when his big brother died. And … Continue reading →

So, on New Year’s Eve, the kids and I drove all the way out to Creston, IA to watch Frozen with my husband. It’s about the beautiful princess Elsa who has the weird (and somewhat useless) power to freeze things. … Continue reading →

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I homeschool my children on a small hobby farm in rural Nebraska and write about life more abundantly, from the joy of a baby's smile to the almost unbearable grief of losing a son while seeking beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, a garment of praise instead of the spirit of despair (Isaiah 61:3)